A merry band of fellows, indeed. Date: Tuesday, 2 December Time: Very Early Morning Location: Amarissa's Place Character: James Potter and Amarissa Cross
Quidditch, as it always was, had been worth the disguise. However, once they rounded the corner onto Grimmauld Place, James gave a glance around. At such an hour it wasn't exactly surprising for the streets to be abandoned. Drawing his wand from his back pocket, a quick wave shifted his features around the cigarette between his lips. It drew up his lips to know his features were his own again. Though the warmth in his cheeks might have a little more to do with the four... four? beers they'd had at the match.
"Honestly, not that I'm much of one to talk, given all the bloody wards Sirius has put up number twelve, but don't you think you've gone a bit... off the deep end with what you've got 'round yours?" he mentioned, returning his wand to its place.
There wasn't much honest criticism in the statement, and he was in fact in rather pleasant spirits. Amarissa was thoroughly amusing company, even if she did have a habit of mentioning as many of his perceived shortcomings she could notice. That was usually a good sign, though - often of someone trying to give themselves some kind of reason to not find him quite so amusing. And at least it kept him on his toes, a most satisfying change of pace.